Page 49 of The Wolf King's Mate

“I heard.”

“It’ll still probably take five or six days. Hard to say for sure. I’ve never broken a bone before.”

“I heard that too. Fletcher is chatty when you’re injured.”

“Something tells me you’re not.”

He didn’t respond to that.

I’d hit the nail on the head.

“I’ll be fine,” I told him. “I’ll find a comfortable chair on the top floor balcony, and?—”

“You’re staying here.”

I blinked.

“In our room. Where you can’t get hurt.”

I blinked again.

He stood up. “My cops are dealing with something in town. I need to talk to them. My office is down the hall. Text me if you need anything.”

I blinked a third time.

Enzo strode out of the apartment, leaving me alone.

What the hell?

I stabbed another bite of my pancakes. They were too good to stop eating them, and it wasn’t their fault my mate was a dick.

Er, not my mate.

The guy who’d abducted me.

I was already starting to believe what he claimed about me being his. My wolf was definitely in agreement.

Not a great sign.

I eased my foot to the floor and started to stand up, but as soon as I did, my arm stopped abruptly.

What the hell?

I looked back at it—and realized it had been tied to the bedframe.

Tied.

To the bedframe.

With rope.

My phone was on the nightstand, alongside my iPad mini. It had been horribly cracked the last time I saw it and now had a perfectly smooth screen, but that didn’t register as I typed the code in and texted Enzo.

Me

What the hell?

I can’t even get to the toilet

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